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The heart is an intrument

The heart is an intrument

The heart is an instrument
of music because it constantly beats time
of life because without it, we would not be
of torture, when we decide to let it break
of joy when he leaps during a happy thought
of pleasure when shivers run through us at the sight of a loved one.

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